You know I’ve learned to hate you. This asshole that appears without warning. Oh I’ve learned signs, sure. Sleeping less and regular mentions of racing thoughts means it’s lurking- ready to feast on me, my emotions, and my health. The roller coaster runs despite screams and pain. Reason and logic have left the room, as have I. But you stay… building the misery, that will burn anyone who dare enters or questions. Sympathy has done nothing. Education has done little. And hope shortens each time. My wounds aren’t healing. You are offering less recovery time between battles. And you are losing me as I lose strength. But that is hardly a reason to do things differently- or the same.